While steady Virtue guides his mind
Heav'n-born Content he still shall find
That never sheds a tear:
Without respect to any tide
His hours away in bliss shall glide
Like Easter all the year.- STC, Easter Holidays
"...What time the morning sun of hope arose,
And all was joy; save when another's woes
A transient gloom upon my soul imprest,
Like passing clouds impictured on thy breast..." STC, "Lines to a Beautiful Spring in a Village"
On 23 February 1821, John Keats died in Rome at 25.
He once wrote: “If I should die… I have left no immortal work behind me…”
He was wrong. He wrote poetry that has proved immortal — work that still resonates today.
To mark the day share a line of his that has stayed with you.
"Awake, my soul! not only passive praise/ Thou owes! not alone these swelling tears,/ Mute thanks and secret extacy!" - STC "Hymn Before Sun-Rise, in the Vale of Chamouny"
Dear FOC, please see below for an exciting excursion:
Walk Exmoor Weekend - Porlock Pilgrim's Trail. 28th/29th March 2026
For further information and to book:
https://t.co/qocw2m8UhP
"Now I recentre my immortal mind
In the deep sabbath of meek self-content;
Cleansed from the vaporous passions that bedim
God's Image, sister of the Seraphim." -STC, "Ode To The Departing Year"
"Here Wisdom might resort, and here Remorse;/ Here too the love-lorn Man who, sick in soul/ and of this busy human heart aweary,/ Worships the spirit of unconscious life/ In tree or wild-flower. -- Gentle Lunatic!"- STC, The Picture, or The Lover's Resolution
I am pleased to announce our new website: https://t.co/b0smbM4epd. Please note the Bulletin archive as well as a new "donate" function. Keep a bookmark on the "Events" tab, as we will update this with our latest happenings!